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Heroes of rock-n-roll (BG)
 
– Dudes! – А?
 
Me it's time on rest –
I'm tired of being the ambassador of rock-n-roll
In the non-rhythmic country.
I'm already not afraid of those who are sure in me.
 
We dance on the tables in Saturday night,
We're old men and we can't help,
But we don't want impede to no one,
Give account in a savings bank – we'll tear along away;
 
I'll buy myself Arp and drum-machine,
And I'll be record myself quite alone,
With two-three friends, peacefully, to the very gray hairs...
 
If you knew, how I got bored of scandal;
I'm ready go away; hey, who here
Pretend on my pedestal?
 
Where is that young gang
What will erase us off the face of the ground?
Her is no, no, no...
 
My place under the sun is hot like a stove.
I want to sleep, but nowhere to lie down.
I don't have already anything
That I could or would like to save;
 
And we're on full fly in this strange way,
And are no doors, where we could enter.
It's funny to think that there are still people
For which all ahead.

"To live fast, to die young" –
It's the old cry; but I want be alive.
But someone pulls me for tongue
And, where was home remains a smoke;
 
But another way is probably not.
Forward – it's where the red light...
 
Where is that young gang
What will erase us off the face of the ground?
Where is that young gang
What will erase us off the face of the ground?
Her is no, no, no...